I will pass along your condolences and a Howdy Do.
Tuco still tells the best tales of Boudreaux and Thibodeaux.
Most of the jokesters are on Charlie’s Joke House page, ever since they got thrown in GC jail for telling jokes.
Even though most of us kept it clean.
I took a picture of her bent over in the garden tying a tomato plant and posted it on my page with the caption,
“This is what my wife looks like until the end of the spring garden.”
My Dad was the same way.
If you couldn’t get it through your head one way, he’d make sure that you got it the other way.
Like you I sure do miss him.
When I was 14 I worked at a sawmillstacking crossties and lumber during the summer.
When I got my license at 15 I would go to school till 3 catch a ride home with Dad (He was also a history and civics teacher)get in the old Datsun pickup and go to work till midnight.
Then home to do homework, supper, and shower.
When I graduated I bought a ’69 Ford Fairlane.
Traded it for a ’76 Chevy pickup.
Been a Chevy man ever since.
Only owned 2 fords. The Fairlane and a ’71 pickup.
Time for this old man to give my pillow some serious head.
Got to drive some miles the rest of this week.
At least I’m at the house every night.
Was ask once what I did for a living.
Told them I drove a rock bucket.
What do you do?
Well I go to the rock pit, get stoned, ride around, get high and get my rocks off.
Then they ask, (SERIOUSLY) And you can pass a drug test?
Slipping past the mid 60’s.
My aches have pains, and my pains have aches.